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小说:龙纹身的女孩| 作者:史迪格·拉森| 类别:都市言情

    yground.

    “Idon’tknowwhattodonow,”Blomkvisthadsaid.“Thismanhashiredmetoghostwritehisautobiography.UpuntilnowI’vebeeogetupahemomeriestoforcemetowritesomethingthatisn’ttrue,ortriestopersuademetosoryinawayIdon’tholdwith.Nowhe’sapartownerazine—andtheonlyohtheresourcestosaveMillennium.AllofasuddenI’msittingonthefenapositionthataboardofprofessiohicswouldneverapprove.”

    “Haveyougotabetteridea?”Bergeraskedhim.“Becauseifyouhave,spititout,beforewetypeupthetradsignit.”

    “Ricky,VangerisexploitingusiofprivateveaagainstWer?m.”

    “Sowhat?WehaveaveaagainstWer?mourselves.”

    Blomkvistturnedawayfromherandlitacigarette.

    Theirversationhadgoneonforquiteawhile,untilBergerwentintothebedroom,undressed,andclimbedintobed.Shepreteobeasleepwheinbesidehertwohourster.

    ThisevenierfromDagenserhadaskedherthesamequestion:“HowisMillenniumgoingtobeablecrediblytoassertitsindependence?”

    “Whatdoyoumean?”

    Thereporterthoughtthequestionhadbeenclearenough,buthespelleditoutanyway.

    “OneofMillennium’sobjectivesistoiigatecorporations.Howwillthemagazinebeabletoacrediblewaythatit’siigatingtheVangerCorporation?”

    Bergergavehimasurprisedlook,asifthequestioelyued.

    “AreyouinsinuatingthatMillennium’scredibilityisdiminishedbecauseawell-knownfinahsignifitresourceshasehepicture?”

    “YoucouldnotnowcrediblyiigatetheVangerCorporation.”

    “IsthatarulethatappliesspecificallytoMillennium?”

    “Excuseme?”

    “Imean,youworkforapublicationthatisforthemostpartownedbymajorcorporateentities.DoesthatmeanthatheneerspublishedbytheBonnierGroupiscredible?AftoisownedbyahugeNiancorporation,whiturnisamajorpyerinITandmunications—doesthatmeanthatanythingAftopublishesabouttheeleidustryisnotcredible?MetroisowheStenbeckGroup.Areyousayingthatnopublicationihathassignifiteiterestsbehinditiscredible?”

    “No,ofcoursenot.”

    “ThenwhyareyouinsinuatingthatMillennium’scredibilitywouldbediminishedbecausewealsohavebackers?”

    Thereporterhelduphishand.

    “OK,I’llretractthatquestion.”

    “No.Don’tdothat.IwantyoutoprilywhatIsaid.AndyouaddthatifDNpromisestofocusalittleextraontheVangerCorporation,thenwe’llfocusalittlemoreontheBonnierGroup.”

    Butitwasahicaldilemma.

    BlomkvistwaswforHenrikVanger,whowasinapositiontosinkMillenniumwiththestrokeofapen.WhatwouldhappenifBlomkvistandVangerbecameenemies?

    Andaboveall—ricedidsheputonherowncredibility,andwhenhadshebeentransformedfromanindepeeditorintoacorruptedone?

    SanderclosedherbrowserandshutdownherPower.Shewasoutofworkandhungry.Thefirstditiondidnotworryhersomuch,sinceshehadregainedtroloverherbankaountandBjurmanhadalreadytakenousofavagueunpleasantnessinherpast.Thehungershedealtwithbyswitgonthecoffeemaker.Shemadethreebigopenrye-breadsandwicheswithcheese,caviar,andahard-boiledegg.Sheatehernighttimesnathesofainthelivingroomwhilesheworkedoionshehadgathered.

    ThewyerFrodefromHedestadhadhiredhertodoaigationofMikaelBlomkvist,thejournalistwhowasgivenaprisoenceforlibellingfinancierHans-ErikWer?m.AfewmonthsterHenrikVanger,alsofromHedestad,joinsBlomkvist’smagazine’sboardofdirectorsandcimsthatthereisaspiracytocrushthemagazine.Allthisonthesamedaythatthefoestoprison.Mostfasatingofall:atwo-year-oldbackgroundarticle—“Withtwoemptyhands”—aboutHans-ErikWer?m,whichshefoundintheoionofMonopolyFinancialMagaziseemedthathebeganhiscareerintheverysameVangerCorporationiesixties.

    Youdidn’thavetobearocketstisttoseethattheseeventsweresomehowreted.Therehadtobeaskeletoniheircupboards,andSanderlovedhuntions.Besides,shehadnothingelseonatthemoment.

    PART3

    Mergers

    MAY16TOJULY11

    ThirteenpertofthewomeninSwedenhavebeensubjectedtoaggravatedsexuassaultoutsideofasexualretionship.

    CHAPTER15

    Friday,May16–Saturday,May31

    MikaelBlomkvistwasreleasedfromRull?kerPrisononFriday,May16,twomonthsafterhewasadmitted.Thesamedayheehefacility,hehadsubmittedanapplicationforparole,withoptimism.Heneverdidquiteuaeicalreasonsbehindhisrelease,butitmayhavehadsomethingtodowiththefactthathedidnotuseanyholidayleaveandthattheprisonpoputionwasforty-twowhilethenumberofbedswasthirty-one.Inanycase,thewardeerSarowsky,aforty-year-oldPolishexile—withwhomBlomkvistgotalongwell,wrotearemendationthathissentencebereduced.

    HistimeatRull?kerhadbeenunstressfundpleasantenough.Theprisonhadbeendesigned,asSarowskyexpressedit,forhooligansanddrunkdrivers,notforhardenedcriminals.Thedailyroutinesremindedhimoflivinginayouthhostel.Hisfellowprisoners,halfofwhomweresed-geionimmigrants,regardedBlomkvistassomethingofararebirdinthegroup.HewastheonlyioappearoVnews,whithimacertainstatus.

    Onhisfirstday,hewascalledratalkandofferedtherapy,trainingfromKomvux,ortheopportunityforotheradulteducation,andoupationalselling.Hedidnotfeeallforsocialrehabilitation,hehadpletedhisstudies,hethought,andhealreadyhadajob.Oherhand,heaskedforpermissiontokeephisiinhiscellsothathecouldtioworkonthehewasmissioowrite.Hisrequestwasgrahoutfurtherado,andSarowskyarrahimalockablecabisothathecouldleavetheputerinhiscell.Notthatanyoftheinmateswouldhavestolenorvandaliseditoranythinglikethat.Theyratherkeptaprotectiveeyeonhim.

    InthiswayBlomkvistspenttwomonthswaboutsixhoursadayontheVangerfamilyicle,workthatwasinterruptedonlybyafewhoursofingorrecreationeachday.Blomkvistandtwoothers,oneofwhomcamefromSk?vdeandhadhisrootsinChile,wereassigotheprisongymeachday.RecreationsistedofwatgTV,pyingcards,httraining.Blomkvistdiscoveredthatheassablepokerpyer,buthestilllostafewfifty-?reseveryday.Regutiotedpyingformohetotalpotdidnotexceedfivekronor.

    Hewastoldofhisreleaseonlyonedaybefore.Sarowskysummonedhimtohisoffidtheysharedatoastwithaquavit.

    BlomkvistwentstraightbacktotheinHedeby.Whenhewalkedupthefrontstepsheheardameowandfoundhimselfescortedbythereddish-browncat.

    “OK,youein,”hesaid.“ButIhavenomilkyet.”

    Heunpackedhisbags.Itwasasifhehadbeenonholiday,andherealisedthatheactuallymissedthepanyofSarowskyandhisfellowprisoners.Absurdasitseemed,hehadenjoyedhistimeatRull?ker,buthisreleasehadesouedlythathehadhadnotimetoletanyoneknow.

    Itwasjustafter6:00intheevening.HehurriedovertoKonsumtobuygroceriesbeforetheyclosed.WhehomehecalledBerger.Amessagesaidshewasunavaible.Heaskedforhertocallhimtheday.

    Thenhewalkeduptohisemployer’shouse.HefoundVahegroundfloor.TheoldmanraisedhiseyebrowsinsurprisewhenhesawMikael.

    “Didyouescape?”

    “Releasedearly.”

    “That’sasurprise.”

    “Formetoo.Ifoundoutstnight.”

    Theylookedateachotherforafewseds.ThentheoldmansurprisedBlomkvistbythrowinghisarmsaroundhimandgivinghimabearhug.

    “Iwasjustabouttoeat.Joinme.”

    Annaproducedagreatquantityofbapahlingonberries.Theysatthereinthediningroomandtalkedforalmosttwohours.Blomkvisttoldhimabouthowfarhehadgotwiththefamilyicle,aherewereholesandgaps.TheydidnottalkatalboutHarriet,butVaoldhimalboutMillennium.

    “Wehadaboardmeeting.Fr?kenBergerandyourpartnerMalmwerekindenoughtomovetwoofthemeetingsuphere,whileDireatameetinginSto.IreallywishIwereafewyearsyounger,butthetruthisthatit’stformetotravelsofar.I’lltrytogetdownthereduringthesummer.”

    “Noreasonnottoholdthemeetingsuphere,”Blomkvistsaid.“Sohowdoesitfeeltobeapartowhemagazine?”

    Vangergavehimawrysmile.

    “It’sactuallythemostfunI’vehadinyears.I’vetakenalookatthefinances,andtheylookprettyfair.Iwon’thavetoputupasmueyasIthought—thegapbetweenineandexpensesisdwindling.”

    “ItalkedwithErikathisweek.Shesaysthatadvertisingrevenuehasperkedup.”

    “It’sstartingtoturnaround,yes,butit’lltaketime.AtfirstthepaheVangerCorporatioinandboughtupabunchoffullpageads.Buttwoformeradvertisers—mobiletelephonesandatravelbureau—haveeback.”Hesmiledbroadly.“We’realsodoingalittlemoreoo-olingamongWer?m’senemies.And,believeme,there’salonglist.”

    “HaveyouhearddirectlyfromWer?m?”

    “Well,notreally.ButweleakedastorythatWer?misanisingtheboyilleneratDNissaidtohavereachedhimandgotasurlyreply.”

    “Youareenjoyingthis,aren’tyou?”

    “Enjoyisn’ttheword.Ishouldhavedevotedmyselftothisyearsago.”

    “WhatisitbetweenyouandWer?m,anyway?”

    “Dory.You’llfindoutattheendofyouryear.”

    WhenBlomkvistleftVangeraround9:00therewasadistinctfeelingintheair.Itwasdarkoutsideandhehesitatedforamoment.ThenhemadehisfamiliarcircuitandkhedoorofCeciliaVanger’shouse.

    Hewasn’tsurewhatheexpected.Ceciliaopenedhereyeswideandinstantlylookedunfortableasshelethimintothehall.Theystoodthere,suddenlyunsureofeachother.Shetooaskedifhehadescaped,andheexpihesituation.

    “Ijustwaosayhello.AmIinterruptingsomething?”

    Sheavoidedhiseyes.Mikaelcouldseoshewasn’tparticurlygdtoseehim.

    “No…no,ein.Wouldyoulikesomecoffee?”

    “Iwould.”

    Hefollowedherintothekit.Shestoodwithherbaasshefilledthecoffeemakerwithwater.Heputahandonhershoulder,aiffened.

    “Cecilia,youdon’tlookasifyouwanttogivemecoffee.”

    “Iwasn’texpegyouforanothermonth,”shesaid.“Yousurprisedme.”

    Heturnedheraroundsothathecouldseeherface.Theystoodinsilenoment.Shestillwouldnotlookhimintheeye.

    “Cecilia.Fetaboutthecoffee.What’sgoingon?”

    Sheshookherheadandtookadeepbreath.

    “Mikael,I’dlikeyoutoleave.Don’task.Justleave.”

    Mikaelfirstwalkedbacktothecottage,butpausedatthegate,undecided.Insteadofgoingidowntothewaterbythebridgeandsatonarock.HesmokedacigarettewhilehesortedouthisthoughtsandwonderedwhatcouldhavesodramaticallygedCeciliaVanger’sattitudetowardshim.

    Hesuddehesoundofanengineandsawabigwhiteboatslipintothesouhthebridge.Whenitpassed,MikaelsawthatitwasMartinVaandingatthewheel,withhisgazefocusedonavoidingsunkenrothewater.Theboatwasaforty-footmotorcruiser—animpressivebundleofpower.Hestoodupandtookthebeachpath.Hediscoveredthatseveralboatswerealreadyieratvariousdocks,amixtureofmotorboatsandsailingboats.TherewereseveralPetterssonboats,andatonedoIF-cssyachtwasroginthewake.Otherboatswerergerandmoreexpensivevessels.HenoticedaHallberg-Rassy.TheboatsalsoindicatedthecssdistributionofHedeby’smarina—MartinVangerhadwithoutadoubtthergestandtheplushestboatinview.

    HestoppedbelowCeciliaVanger’shouseandstoleaghelightedwindowsoopfloor.Thehomeandputonsomecoffeeofhisowintohisofficewhilehewaitedforittobrew.

    BeforehepresentedhimselfattheprisonhehadreturhemajorityofVanger’sdotationonHarriet.Ithadseemedwisenottoleaveitiyhouse.Nowtheshelveslookedbare.Hehad,ofthereports,onlyfiveofVanger’sownnotes,andthesehehadtakenwithhimtoRull?kerandnowknewbyheart.Henotialbumoopshelfofthecasethathehadfotten.

    Hecarriedittothekittable.Hepouredhimselfcoffeeandbegangoingthroughit.

    TheywerephotographsthathadbeehedayHarrietdisappeared.ThefirstofthemwasthestphotographofHarriet,attheChildren’sDayparadeiad.Thenthereweresome180crystal-clearpicturesoftheseoftheaidentonthebridge.Hehadexamiheimagesonebyohamagnifyinggssonseveraloasionspreviously.urhepagesalmostabsent-mindedly;heknewhewasnotgoingtofindanythinghehadnotseenbefore.InfacthefeltallofasuddenfedupwiththeunexpinabledisappearanceofHarrietVangerandsmmedthealbumshut.

    Restlesslyhewenttothekitwindoeeredoutintothedarkness.

    Theurnedhisgazebacktothealbum.Hecouldnothaveexpihefeeling,butathoughtflittedthroughhishead,asthoughhewerereagtosomethinghehadjustseen.Itwasasthoughaninvisiblecreaturehadwhisperedinhisear,makingthehairsonthebackofhisandonend.

    Heopehealbumagaithroughitpagebypage,lookingatallthepicturesofthebridge.Helookedattheyoungerversionofanoil-soakedHenrikVangerandayoungerHarald,amanwhomhehadstillhebrokenrailing,thebuildings,thewindowsandthevehiclesvisibleiures.Hecouldnotfailtoidentifyatwenty-year-oldCeciliainthemidstoftheonlookers.Shehadonalight-coloureddressandadarkjacketandwasiwentyofthephotographs.

    Hefeltafreshexcitement,aheyearsBlomkvisthadlearrusthisinstincts.Theseinstinctswerereagtosomethinginthealbum,buthecouldsaywhatitwas.

    Hewasstiltthekittableat11:00,staringonebyoneagainatthephotographswhehedooropen.

    “MayIein?”ItwasCeciliaVanger.Withoutwaitingforananswershesatdownacrossfromhimatthetable.Blomkvisthadastrangefeelingofdéjàvu.Shewasdressedinathin,loose,light-coloureddressandagreyish-bluejacket,clothesalmostidenticaltothoseshewaswearingiographsfrom1966.

    “You’retheonewho’stheproblem,”shesaid.

    Blomkvistraisedhiseyebrows.

    “Fiveme,butyoutookmebysurprisewhenyoukhedoortonight.NowI’msounhappyI’tsleep.”

    “Whyareyouunhappy?”

    “Don’tyouknow?”

    Heshookhishead.

    “IfItellyou,promiseyouwon’tugh.”

    “Promise.”

    “WhenIseducedyoustwiwasanidiotic,impulsiveact.Iwaoenjoymyself,that’sall.ThatfirstnightIwasquitedrunk,andIhadnoiionofstartinganythinglong-termwithyou.Thenitturosomethingelse.Iwantyoutoknowthatthoseweekswithyouasmyoasionalloverweresomeofthehappiestinmylife.”

    “Ithoughtitwaslovelytoo.”

    “Mikael,I’vebeenlyingtoyouandtomyselfthewholetime.I’veneverbeenparticurlyrexedaboutsex.I’vehadfivesexpartnersiirelife.OncewhenIwastwenty-oneaahenwithmyhusband,whomImetwhenIwastwenty-fiveandwhoturtobeabastard.AndtheimeswiththreeguysImetseveralyearsapart.Butyouprovokedsomethinginme.Isimplycouldenough.Ithadsomethingtodowiththefactthatyou’resoundemanding.”

    “Cecilia,youdon’thaveto…”

    “Shh—don’tinterrupt,orI’llneverbeabletotellyouthis.”

    Blomkvistsatinsilence.

    “ThedayyouleftforprisonIwasabsolutelymiserable.Yohoughyouhadneverexisted.Itwasdarkhereintheguesthouse.Itwascoldayinmybed.AndthereIwas,anoldmaidoffifty-sixagain.”

    ShesaidnothingforawhileandlookedBlomkvistintheeyes.

    “Ifellihyoustwinter.Idido,butithappened.Aookstodrealisedthatyouwereoemporarily;onedayyou’llbegonefood,andI’llstayherefortherestofmylife.IthurtsodamnmuchthatIdecidedIwasn’tgoingtoletyouinagainwhenyoucamebaprison.”

    “I’msorry.”

    “It’snotyourfault.WhenyoulefttonightIsatandcried.IwishIhadthecetolivemylifeain.ThenIwoulddecideonohing.”

    “What’sthat?”

    Shelookeddownatthetable.

    “ThatIwouldhavetobetotallyinsaostopseeingyoujustbecauseyoingtoleaveoneday.Mikael,westartagain?youfetpenedearlierthisevening?”

    “It’sfotten,”hesaid.“Butthankyoufortellingme.”

    Shewasstilllookingdownatthetable.

    “Ifyoustillwa’sdoit.”

    Shelookedathimagain.Theupaovertothebedroomdoor.Shedroppedherjacketonthefloorandpulledherdressoverherheadasshewent.

    BlomkvistandCeciliaVangerwokeupwhenthefrontdooropenedandsomeonewaswalkingthroughthekit.Theyheardthethudofsomethingheavybeingputdowhewoodstove.ThenBergerwasstandinginthebedroomdoorwaywithasmilethatrapidlygedtoshock.

    “Oh,goodLord.”Shetookastepback.

    “Hi,Erika,”Blomkvistsaid.

    “Hi.I’msosorry.Iapologiseathousandtimesfihis.Ishouldhaveknocked.”

    “Weshouldhavelockedthefrontdoor.Erika—thisisCeciliaVanger.Cecilia—ErikaBergeristheeditorinchiefofMillennium.”

    “Hi,”Ceciliasaid.

    “Hi,”Bergersaid.Shelookedasthoughshecouldnotdecidewhethertostepforolitelyshakehandsorjustleave.“Uh,I…Igoforawalk…”

    “Whatdoyousaytoputtingonsomecoffeeinstead?”Blomkvistlookedatthearmclothebedsidetable.Justpastnoon.

    Bergernoddedandpulledthebedroomdoorshut.BlomkvistandCecilialookedateachother.Ceciliaappearedembarrassed.Theyhadmadeloveandtalkeduntil4:00inthem.ThenCeciliasaidshethoughtshe’dsleepoverandthatiureshewouldn’tgiveatinker’scusswhoknewshewassleepingwithMikaelBlomkvist.Shehadsleptwithherbaandwithhisarmtuckedaroundherbreasts.

    “Listen,it’sOK,”hesaid.“Erika’smarriedandsheisn’tmygirlfriend.Weseeeachothernowandthen,butshedoesn’tcareatallifyouandIhavesomething…She’sprobablyprettyembarrassedherselfrightnow.”

    Whentheywentintothekitawhileter,Erikahadsetoutcoffee,juice,lemonmarmade,cheese,andtoast.Itsmelledgood.Ceciliawentstraightuptoherandheldoutherhand.

    “Iwasalittleabruptinthere.Hi.”

    “DearCecilia,I’msosorryforstompinginlikeanelephant,”saidaveryembarrassedErikaBerger.

    “Fetit,fod’ssake.A’shavebreakfast.”

    AfterbreakfastBergerexcusedherselfahemalone,sayingthatshehadtogoandsayhellotoVanger.Ceciliaclearedthetablewithherbaikael.Hewentupandputhisarmsaroundher.

    “What’sgoingtohappennow?”Ceciliasaid.

    “Nothing.Thisisthewayitis—Erikaismybestfriend.SheandIhavebeeheroffandonfortwentyyearsandwillprobablybe,onandoff,togetherforawenty.Ihopeso.Butwe’veneverbeenacoupleandweinthewayofeachother’sromances.”

    “Isthatwhatwehave?Aromance?”

    “Idon’tknoehave,butapparentlywegetalong.”

    “Where’sshegoingtosleeptonight?”

    “We’llfindheraroomsomewhere.OneofHenrik’ssparerooms.Shewon’tbesleepinginmybed,anyway.”

    Ceciliathoughtaboutthisforamoment.

    “Idon’tknowifIhahis.Youandshemightfunthatway,butIdon’tknow…I’venever…”Sheshookherhead.“I’mgoingbaypce.Ihavetothinkaboutthisforawhile.”

    “Cecilia,youaskedmeearlierandItoldyouaboutmyretionshipwithErika.Herexisten’tbeasurprisetoyou.”

    “That’strue.ButaslongasshewasatafortabledistancedowninStoIcouldignoreher.”

    Ceciliaputonherjacket.

    “Thissituationisludicrous,”shesaidwithasmile.“eoverfordionight.BringErika.IthinkI’mgoingtolikeher.”

    Erikahadalreadysolvedtheproblemofwheretosleep.OnpreviousoasionswhenshehadbeenuptoHedebytovisitVangershehadstayedinoneofhissparerooms,andsheaskedhimstraightoutifshecouldborrowtheroomagain.Henrikcouldscarcelycealhisdelight,andheassuredherthatshewasweleatanytime.

    Withtheseformalitiesoutoftheway,BlomkvistandBergerwentforawalkacrossthebridgeandsatoerraceofSusanne’sBridgeCaféjustbeforeclosingtime.

    “I’mreallypissedoff,”Bergersaid.“Idrivealltheheretoweleyoubacktofreedomandfindyouihthetownfemmefatale.”

    “I’msorryaboutthat.”

    “HowlonghaveyouandMissBigTits…”Bergerwavedherindexfinger.

    “FromaboutthetimeVangerbecamepartowner.”

    “Aha.”

    “Whatdoyoumean,aha?”

    “Justcurious.”

    “Cecilia’sagoodwoman.Ilikeher.”

    “I’mnotcritig.I’mjustpissedoff.dywithinreadthenIhavetogoo.Horison?”

    “Likeafulholiday.Howarethingsatthemagazine?”

    “Better.Forthefirsttimeiheadvertisingrevenueisontherise.We’rewaybelowthistimestyear,butwe’veturheer.ThankstoHenrik.Buttheweirdthingisthatsubscriptioinguptoo.”

    “Theytendtofluctuate.”

    “Byacoupleofhundredonewayortheother.Butwe’vepickedupthreethousandiquarter.AtfirstIthoughtitwasjustluck,butnewsubscriberskeepingin.It’sestsubscriptionjumpever.Atthesametime,ourexistingsubscribersarerenewiysistentlyacrosstheboard.Noneofusderstandit.Wehaven’trunanyadcampaigns.Christerspentaweekdoingspotchewhatsortofdemographicisshowingup.First,they’reallbrand-newsubscribers.Sed,70pertofthemarewomen.Normallyit’stheotherwayaround.Third,thesubscribersbedescribedasmiddle-ie-colrworkersfromthesuburbs:teachers,middlema,civilserviceworkers.”

    “Thinkit’sthemiddle-cssrevoltagainstbigcapital?”

    “Idon’tknow.Butifthiskeepsup,it’llmeanasignifitshiftinoursubscriberprofile.Wehadaorialferewoweeksagoanddecidedtostartrunniypesofmaterialinthemagazine.IwantmorearticlesonprofessionalmattersassociatedwithTCO,theSwedishfederationofProfessionalEmployees,andalsomoreiigativereponwomen’sissues,forinstance.”

    “Don’tgetoomuch,”Blomkvistsaid.“Ifwe’regettingnewsubscribersthehattheylikewhatwe’rerunningalready.”

    CeciliahadalsoinvitedVaodinner,possiblytoreducetheriskoftroublesometopicsofversation.Shehadmadeavenisonstew.BergerandVangerspentagooddealofthetimediscussingMillennium’sdevelopmentandthenewsubscribers,butgraduallytheversatiooothermatters.BergersuddenlyturoBlomkvistatonepointandaskedhimhoasingalong.

    “I’mtingonhavingadraftofthefamilyiclepleteinamonthforHenriktolookat.”

    “AithespiritoftheAddamsfamily,”Ceciliasaid.

    “Itdoeshavecertainhistoricaspects,”Blomkvistceded.

    CeciliagVanger.

    “Mikael,Henrikisn’treallyiedinafamilyicle.HewantsyoutosolvethemysteryofHarriet’sdisappearance.”

    Blomkvistdidnotsayaword.EversincehehadbegunhisretionshipwithCeciliahehadtalkedfairlyopenlyaboutHarrietwithher.Ceciliahadalreadydeducedthatthiswashisreassig,eventhoughheneverformallyadmittedit.HehadcertaioldHenrikthatheandCeciliahaddiscussedthesubject.Vanger’sbushyeyebrowsdrewtogetherabit.Erikawassilent.

    “MydearHenrik,”Ceciliasaid.“I’mnotstupid.Idon’tknowwhatsortofagreementyouandMikaelhave,buthisstayhereinHedebyisaboutHarriet.Itis,isn’tit?”

    VangernoddedandgBlomkvist.

    “Itoldyoushewassharp.”Heturer.“IpresumethatMikaelhasexpioyouwhathe’swonhereinHedeby.”

    Shenodded.

    “AndIpresumeyouthinkit’sasenselessuaking.No,youdon’thavetoahat.Itisanabsurdandseask.ButIhavetofindout.”

    “Ihavenoopinionoer,”Bergersaiddiplomatically.

    “Ofcourseyoudo.”HeturoBlomkvist.“Tellme.Haveyoufoundanythingatallthatmighttakeusforward?”

    BlomkvistavoidedmeetingVanger’sgaze.Hethoughtinstantlyofthecold,unpceablecertaintyhehadhadthenightbefore.Thefeelinghadbeenwithhimallday,buthehadhadnotimetoworkhiswaythroughthealbumagain.AtsthelookedupatVangerandshookhishead.

    “Ihaven’tfoundasihing.”

    Theoldmanscrutinisedhimeratinglook.Herefrainedfrommenting.

    “Idon’tknowaboutyouyoungpeople,”hesaid,“butformeit’stimetogotobed.Thankyoufordinner,Cecilia.Goodnight,Erika.Doseemebeforeyouleavetomorrow.”

    WhenVangerhadclosedthefrontdoor,sileledoverthem.ItwasCeciliawhospokefirst.

    “Mikael,whatwasallthatabout?”

    “ItmeansthatHenrikisassensitivetopeople’sreasasaseismograph.LastnightwhenyoucametothecottageIwaslookingthroughanalbum.”

    “Yes?”

    “Isawsomething.Idon’tknowwhatitwasyet.Itwassomethingthatalmostbecameanidea,butImissedit.”

    “Sowhatwereyouthinkingabout?”

    “Ijust’ttellyou.Andthenyouarrived.”

    Ceciliablushed.SheavoidedBerger’sgazeaouttoputonsomecoffee.

    Itwasawarmandsunnyday.Newgreenshootsearing,andBlomkvistcaughthimselfhummingtheoldsong,“BlossomTimeIsing.”ItwasMondayandBergerhadleftearly.

    Whenhehadgooprisoninmid-Marowstillcoveredthend.Nowthebircheswereturninggreenandthewnaroundhiswaslush.ForthefirsttimehehadacetolookaroundallofHedebyIsnd.At8:00hewentoverandaskedtoborrowathermosfromAnna.HespokebrieflywithVanger,whowasjustup,andwasgivenhismapoftheisedtogetacloserlookatGottfried’s.VaoldhimthatthewasownedbyMartinVangernowbutthatithadstoodmostlyvatovertheyears.Oasionallysomeretivewouldborrowit.

    BlomkvistjustmaocatchMartinbeforeheleftforwork.Heaskedifhemightborrowthekey.Martingavehimanamusedsmile.

    “IpresumethefamilyiclehasnowreachedthechapteraboutHarriet.”

    “Ijustwanttotakealook…”

    Martincamebackwiththekeyinaminute.

    “IsitOKthen?”

    “AsfarasI’med,youmoveinthereifyouwant.Exceptforthefactthatit’sstuckrightattheotherendoftheisnd,it’sactuallyanicerspotthaageyou’rein.”

    Blomkvistmadecoffeeandsandwiches.Hefilledabottlewithwaterbeforehesetoff,stuffinghispiiarucksackheslungoveroneshoulder.Hefollowedanarrow,partiallyrownpaththatranalongthebayohsideofHedebyIsnd.Gottfried’swasonapointaboutoneandahalfmilesfromthevilge,andittookhimonlyhalfanhourtocoverthedistaaleisurelypace.

    MartinVangerhadbeenright.WhenBlomkvistcamearoundthebendofthenarrowpath,ashadedareabythewateropenedup.TherewasamarvellousviewoftheiheHedeRiver,Hedestadmarinatotheleft,andtheindustrialharbourtht.

    Hewassurprisedthatno-onehadwaomoveintoGottfried’s.Itwasarusticstructuremadeofhorizontaldark-staiimberwithatileroofandgreenframes,andwithasmallporchatthefrontdoor.Themaintehehadbeened.Thepaintaroundthedoorsandwindowswasfkingoff,andwhatshouldhavebeenawnwasscrubayardhigh.Clearingitwouldtakeonewholeday’shardworkwithscytheandsaw.

    Blomkvistunlockedthedooranduheshuttersoverthewindowsfromtheiheframeworkseemedtobeanoldbarhan1,300squarefeet.Theinsidewasfihpnksandsistedofoneroomwithbigwindowsfagthewaterohersideofthefrontdoor.Astaircaseledtoanopensleepingloftattherearofthethatcoveredhalfthespace.Behestairswasahapropanegasstove,ater,andasink.Thefurnishingswerebasic;builtintothewalltotheleftofthedoortherewasbench,aricketydesk,andaboveitacasewithteakshelves.Fartherdownonthesamesidewasabroadwardrobe.Thtofthedoorwasaroundtablewithfivewoodenchairs;afirepcestoodinthemiddleofthesidewall.

    Thehadricity;iherewereseveralkerosenemps.InonewindowwasanoldGrundigtransistorradio.Theantennawasbrokenoff.Blomkvistpressedthepowerbuttonbutthebatteriesweredead.

    Hewentupthenarrowstairsandlookedaroundthesleepingloft.Therewasadoublebedwithabaremattress,abedsidetable,andachestofdrawers.

    Blomkvistspentawhileseargthroughthe.Thebureautyexceptforsomehandtowelsandlinensmellingfaintlyofmould.Inthewardrobethereweresomeworkclothes,apairofoveralls,rubberboots,apairofworntennisshoes,andakeroseove.Inthedeskdraritingpaper,pencils,abchpad,adeckofcards,andsomemarks.Thekitcupboardtaies,mugs,gsses,dles,andsomepackagesofsalt,teabags,andthelike.Inadraweriabletherewereeatingutensils.

    Hefoundtheonlytracesofanyintellectualisonthecaseabovethedesk.Mikaelbroughtoverachairandgotuponittoseewhatwasontheshelves.OnthelowestshelfyissuesofSe,Rekasi,Tidsf?rdriv,ayrfromthetefiftiesandearlysixties.TherewereseveralBildjournalenfrom1965and1966,MattLivsNovell,andafewics:The91,Phantomen,andRomans.HeopenedacopyofLektyrfrom1964andsmiledtoseehowchastethepin-upwas.

    Ofthes,abouthalfweremysterypaperbacksfromWahlstr?m’sManhattanseries:MickeySpilhtitleslikeKissMe,DeadlywiththecssioversbyBertilHegnd.HefoundhalfadozenKittys,someFamousFivenovelsbyEnidBlyton,andaTwinMysterybySivarAhlrud—TheMetroMystery.Hesmiledinreition.ThreesbyAstridLiheChildrenofNoisyVilge,KalleBlomkvistandRasmus,andPippiLongstog.Thetopshelfhadaaboutshort-waveradio,twosonastronomy,abirdguide,acalledTheEvilEmpireontheSovietUnion,aontheFinnishWinterWar,Luther’scatechism,theofHymns,andtheBible.

    HeopeheBibleandreadontheinsidecover:HarrietVanger,May12,1963.ItwasherfirmationBible.Hesadlyputitbatheshelf.

    Behindthetherewereawoodandtoolshedwithascythe,rake,hammer,andabigboxwithsaws,pnes,andothertools.Hetookachairontothepordpouredcoffeefromhisthermos.HelitacigaretteandlookedacrossHedestadBaythroughtheveilofundergrowth.

    Gottfried’swasmuodestthanhehadexpected.HerewasthepcetowhichHarrietandMartin’sfatherhadretreatedwhenhismarriagetoIsabelwasgoingtothedogsiefifties.Hehadmadethishishomeandherehegotdrunk.Anddownthere,hewharf,hehaddrowned.Lifeatthehadprobablybeenpleasantinthesummer,butwheemperaturedroppedtofreezingitmusthavebeenrawached.AtowhatVaoldhim,GottfriedtioworkintheVangerCorporation—interruptedbyperiodswhenhewasonwildbinges—until1964.Thefactthathewasabletoliveinthemoreorlesspermalyandstilppearforworkshaven,washed,andinajacketandtiespokeofasurvivingpersonaldiscipline.

    AndherewasalsothepcethatHarriethadbeentosooftenthatitwasohefirstinwhichtheylookedforher.Vangerhadtoldhimthatduriyear,Harriethadgoentothe,apparentlytobeinpeaweekendsorholidays.Isummershehadlivedhereforthreemonths,thoughshecameintothevilgeeveryday.AnitaVanger,Cecilia’ssister,spentsixweekswithherhere.

    WhathadshedohereallohemagazitLivsNovelndRomans,aswelsanumberofsaboutKitty,musthavebeenhers.Perhapsthesketchpadhadbeenhers.AndherBiblewashere.

    Shehadwaobeclosetoherlostfather—wasitaperiodofmsheogetthrough?Ordidithavetodowithherreligiousbrooding?Theartan—wasshepretendingtoliveinavent?

    Blomkvistfollowedtheshoreliothesoutheast,butthewaywassointerruptedbyravinesandsogrowhjunipershrubsthatitwasallbutimpassable.HewentbacktotheandstartedbatheroadtoHedeby.AtothemapthereaththroughthewoodstosomethingcalledtheFortress.Ittookhimtwentymiofinditintherownscrub.TheFortresswaswhatremaiheshorelinedefentheSedWorldWar;cretebunkerswithtrenchesspreadoutaroundamandbuilding.Everythingwasoverrunwithlonggrassandscrub.

    Hewalkeddoathtoaboathouse.otheboathousehefoundthewreckofaPetterssonboat.HereturheFortressandtookapathuptoafence—hehadeto?sterg?rdenfromtheotherside.

    Hefollowedthemeanderingpaththroughthewohlyparalleltothefieldsof?sterg?rdehwasdifficulttoiate—therewerepatarshthathehadtoskirt.Finallyhecametoasandbeyonditabarn.Asfarashecouldseethepathehere,ahundredyardsfromtheroadto?sterg?rden.

    Beyondtheroadythehill,S?derberget.Blomkvistwalkedupasteepslopeandhadtoclimbthestbit.S?derberget’ssummitwasanalmostverticalclifffagthewater.HefollowedtheridgebacktowardsHedeby.Hestoppedabovethesummercottagestoenjoytheviewoftheoldfishingharbourandthechurdhisowncottage.Hesatonaftrodpouredhimselfthestofthelukewarmcoffee.

    CeciliaVangerkeptherdistance.Blomkvistdidnotwanttobeimportunate,sohewaitedaweekbeforehewenttoherhouse.Shelethimin.

    “YoumustthinkI’mquitefoolish,afifty-six-year-old,respectableheadmistressaglikeateenagegirl.”

    “Cecilia,yrownwoman.Youhavetherighttodowhateveryouwant.”

    “Iknowandthat’swhyI’vedecidednottoseeyouanymore.I’tstand…”

    “Please,youdon’tonation.Ihopewe’restillfriends.”

    “Iwouldlikeforustoremainfriends.ButI’tdealwitharetionshipwithyou.Ihaven’teverbeengoodatretionships.I’dlikeitifyouwouldleavemeinpeaceforawhile.”

    CHAPTER16

    Sunday,Juuesday,June10

    Aftersixmonthsoffruitlesscogitation,thecaseofHarrietVangercrackedopen.InthefirstweekofJune,Blomkvistuhreetotallynewpiecesofthepuzzle.Twoofthemhefoundhimself.Thethirdhehadhelpwith.

    AfterBerger’svisitinMay,hehadstudiedthealbumagain,sittingforthreehours,lookingatoographafteranother,ashetriedtorediscoverwhatitwasthathehadreactedto.Hefailedagain,soheputthealbumasideabacktoworkonthefamilyistead.

    OnedayinJunehewasiad,thinkingaboutsomethingaltogetherdifferent,whenhisbustursgatananditsuddenlycametohimwhathadbeengerminatinginthebackofhismind.Theinsightstruckhimlikeathunderboltoutofaclearsky.Hefeltsofusedthathestayedonthebusallthewaytotheststopbytherailwaystation.TherehetookthefirstbusbacktoHedebytocheckwhetherhehadrememberedcorrectly.

    Itwasthefirstphotographinthealbum,thestpicturetakenofHarrietVahatfatefuldaysgataad,whileshehadbeenwatgtheChildren’sDayparade.

    Thephotographwasanoddoohaveincludedinthealbum.Ituttherebecauseitwastakenthesameday,butitwastheonlyohephotographsnotoftheaidentonthebridge.EachtimeBlomkvistandeveryoneelsehadlookedatthealbum,itwasthepeopleaailsiuresofthebridgethathadcapturedtheirattention.TherewasnodramaiureofacrowdattheChildren’sDayparade,severalhoursearlier.

    Vangermusthavelookedatthephotographathousandtimes,asorrowfulremihathewouldneverseeheragain.

    ButthatwasnotwhatBlomkvisthadreactedto.

    Itwastakenfromacrossthestreet,probablyfromafirst-floorwindow.Thewide-anglelenshadcaughtthefrontofohefloats.Obedwerewomenwearingglitteringbathingsuitsandharemtrousers,throwiothecrowd.Someofthemweredang.Threeswerejumpingaboutinfrontofthefloat.

    Harrietwasinthefrontrowofthecrowdstandingonthepavemeoherwerethreegirls,clearlyhercssmates,andaroundandbehindthemwereatleastahuherspectators.

    ThisiswhatBlomkvisthadnoticedsubsciouslyandwhichsuddenlyrosetothesurfacewhenthebuspassedtheexactsamespot.

    Thecrowdbehavedasanaudienceshould.Theireyesalwaysfollowtheballinatennismatchorthepuanicehockeyrink.Theoandingatthefarleftofthephotographwerelookingatthesrightinfrontoftheheexpressionsontheirfaceswerecalm.Childrenpointed.Somewereughing.Everyonelookedhappy.

    Allexceptone.

    HarrietVangerwaslookingofftotheside.Herthreefriendsandeveryoneelseinherviitywerelookingatthes.Harriet’sfacewasturnedalmost30°to35°tht.Hergazeseemedfixedohingacrossthestreet,butbeyo-handedgeofthephotograph.

    Mikaeltookthemagnifyinggssandtriedtomakeoutthedetails.Thephotographwastakenfromtoogreatadistantobeentirelysure,butuhosearoundher,Harriet’sfaceckedexcitement.Hermouthwasathinline.Hereyeswerewideopen.Herhandshunglimplyathersides.Shelookedfrightened.Frightenedorfurious.

    Mikaeltooktheprintoutofthealbum,putitinastiffpstider,aowaitforthebusbatoHedestad.HegotoffatJ?rnv?gsgatanandstooduhewindowfromwhichthepicturemusthavebeewasattheedgeofwhatstitutedHedestad’stowre.Itwasatwo-storeywoodenbuildingthathousedavideostoreandSundstr?m’sHaberdashery,establishedin1932atoapqueonthefrontdoor.Hewentinandsawthattheshopwasontwolevels;aspiralstaircaseledtotheupperfloor.

    Atthetopofthespiralstaircasetwowindowsfacedthestreet.

    “MayIhelpyou?”saidanelderlysalesmanwhenBlomkvisttookoutthebihthephotograph.Therewereonlyafewpeopleintheshop.

    “Well,Ijustwaoseewherethispicturewastakenfrom.WoulditbeOKifIopehewindowforased?”

    Themansaidyes.BlomkvistcouldseeexactlythespotwhereHarriethadstood.Ohewoodenbuildingsbehihephotographwasgone,repcedbyanangurbrickbuilding.Theotherwoodenbuildinghadbeenastatioorein1966;nowitwasahealthfoodstoreandtanningsalon.Blomkvistclosedthewindow,thaheman,andapologisedfortakinguphistime.

    HecrossedthestreetandstoodwhereHarriethadstood.HehadgoodndmarksbetweenthewindowoftheupperfloorofthehaberdasheryandthedoorofthetanningsalournedhisheadandlookedalongHarriet’slineofsight.Asfarashecouldtell,shehadbeenlookingtowardstheerofthebuildingthathousedSundstr?m’sHaberdashery.Iterfeormalerofabuilding,whereacrossstreetvanishedbehindit.Whatdidyouseethere,Harriet?

    Blomkvistputthephotographinhisshoulderbagandwalkedtotheparkbythestation.Therehesatinapavementcaféandorderedatte.Hesuddeshaken.

    InEnglishtheycallit“newevidence,”whichhasaverydifferentsoundfromtheSwedishterm,“newproofmaterial.”Hehadseehiirelynew,somethingno-oneelsehadnotiaigationthathadbeenmarkingtimeforthirty-sevenyears.

    Theproblemwasthathewasn’tsurewhatvaluehisnewrmationhad,ificouldhaveanyatall.Ahefeltitwasgoingtoprovesignifit.

    TheSeptemberdaywhenHarrietdisappearedhadbeendramatiumberofways.Ithadbeenadayofcelebratioadwithcrowdsofseveralthousandireets,youngandold.Ithadbeenthefamily’sannuassemblyonHedebyIsnd.Thesetwoeventsalonerepresenteddeparturesfromthedailyroutihearea.Thecrashonthebridgehadovershadowedeverythingelse.

    IorMorell,HenrikVanger,andeveryoneelsewhohadbroodedaboutHarriet’sdisappearancehadfocusedosatHedebyIsnd.MorellhadevenwrittenthathecouldnotridhimselfofthesuspithattheaidentandHarriet’sdisappearancewerereted.Blomkvistwasnowvihatthisnotionwaswrong.

    TheofeventshadstartednotonHedebyIsndbutiadseveralhoursearlier.HarrietVangerhadseehingorsomehtenherandprompthertogohome,ghttoheruncle,whounhappilydidnothavetimetolistehentheaidentonthebridgehappehenthemurdererstruck.

    Blomkvistpaused.ItwasthefirsttimehehadsciouslyformutedtheassumptionthatHarriethadbeenmurdered.HeaeptedVanger’sbelief.Harrietwasdeadandhewashuntingforakiller.

    Hewentbacktothepolicereport.Amongallthethousandsofpagesonlyafradealtwiththeeventsiad.Harriethadbeenwiththreeofhercssmates,allofwhomhadbeeninterviewed.Theyhadmetattheparkbythestationat9:00.Ohegirlswasgoingtobuysomejeans,andherfriewithher.TheyhadcoffeeintheEPAdepartmentstorecafeteriaandtheuptothesportsfieldandstrolledaroundamongtheivalboothsandfishingponds,wheretheyranintosomeotherfriendsfromschool.Atnoontheywanderedbatotowntowatchtheparade.Justbefore2:00iernoonHarrietsuddenlytoldthemthatshehadtogohome.TheysaidgoodbyeatabusstopnearJ?rnv?gsgatan.

    Noneofherfriendshadnotiythingunusual.OhemwasIeheonewhohaddescribedHarriet’stransformatiohepastyearbysayingthatshehadbee“impersonal.”ShesaidthatHarriethadbeentaciturnthatday,whichwasusual,andmostlyshejustfollowedtheothers.

    IorMorellhadtalkedtoallofthepeoplewhohadenteredHarrietthatday,eveniftheyhadonlysaidhellointhegroundsofthefamilyparty.Aphotographofherublishedintheloeerswhilethesearchwasgoingon.Aftershewentmissing,severalresidentsofHedestadhadtactedthepolicetosaythattheythoughttheyhadseenherduringthedayoftheparade,butno-onehadreportedanythingoutoftheordinary.

    ThemBlomkvistfoundVahisbreakfasttable.

    “YousaidthattheVangerfamilystillhasaintheHedestadCourier.”

    “That’sright.”

    “I’dliketohaveaesstotheirphotographicarchive.From1966.”

    Vadownhisgssofmilkandwipedhisupperlip.

    “Mikael,whathaveyoudiscovered?”

    Helookedtheoldmanstraightintheeye.

    “Nothingsolid.ButIthinkwemayhavemadeamistakeabouttheofevents.”

    HeshowedVahephotographandtoldhimwhathewasthinking.Vasayingnothingforalongtime.

    “IfI’mright,wehavetolookasfaraswestillatpenediadthatday,notjustatpenedonHedebyIsnd,”Blomkvistsaid.“Idon’tknowhowtogoaboutitaftersuchalongtime,butalotofphotographsmusthavebeeheChildren’sDaycelebrationswhichwereneverpublished.ThosearetheonesIwanttolookat.”

    Vangerusedthetelephohekit.HecalledMartin,expinedwhathewanted,andaskedwhothepictureseditorwasthesedays.Withintenmiherightpeoplehadbeenlocatedandaesshadbeenarranged.

    ThepictureseditoroftheHedestadCourierwasMadeleineBl,calledMaja.ShewasthefirstictureseditorBlomkvisthadmetinjournalism,wherephotographywasstillprimarilyamaleartform.

    SiwasSaturday,thenewsroomty,butMajaBlturtoliveonlyfiveminutesaway,aBlomkvistattheoffitrance.ShehadworkedattheHedestadCourierformostofherlife.Shestartedasaproof-readerin1964,gedtophoto-finisheraanumberofyearsinthedarkroom,whileoasionallybeioutasaphotographerwhentheusualresourceswereinsuffit.Shehadgaihepositioor,earnedafull-timepostouredesk,andtenyearsago,whentheoldpictureseditorretired,shetookoverasheadofthedepartment.

    Blomkvistaskedhowthepicturearchivewasarranged.

    “Totellyouthetruth,thearchiveisratheramess.Siputersanddigitalphotographs,thecurrentarchiveisonCDs.We’vehadaninternherewhospentsometimesinginimportantolderpictures,butonlyasmallpertageofwhat’siackshavebeencatalogued.Olderpicturesarearrangedbydateiivefolders.They’reeitherhereinthenewsroomoriicstoreroom.”

    “I’miedinphotographstakenoftheChildren’sDayparadein1966,butalsoinanyphotographsthatweretakenthatweek.”

    Fr?kenBlavehimaquizzicallook.

    “YoumeantheweekthatHarrietVangerdisappeared?”

    “Youknowthestory?”

    “Youcouldn’tworkattheCourieryourwholelifewithoutknowingaboutit,andwhenMartinVangercallsmeearlyinthemonmydayoff,Idrawmyownclusions.Hassomethiurnedup?”

    Blhadanosefornews.Blomkvistshookhisheadwithalittlesmileandgaveherhiscoverstory.

    “No,andIdon’tsupposeanyonewilleverfindthesolutiontothatpuzzle.It’sratherfidential,butthefactisthatI’mghostwritingHenrikVanger’sautobiography.Thestoryofthemissinggirlisanoddtopic,butit’salsoachapterthat’treallybeignored.I’mlookingforsomethingt
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